It’s like an abusive relationship. You know what the ultimate problem is, but get sucked back in with flashy gifts, and pie-crust promises.
Time and time again they let you down, and afterwards you have no one to blame but yourself because you knew it would happen. The more pain that occurs, the more you cling to that last breath of hope that they change.
You’ve already spent this much energy and time on them, it would be a waste to give up now. It becomes so routine that you eventually become dependent on constant disappointment and anguish.
Jerry Jones is the abuser. We will never win until he’s dead. And none of us will leave because we’ve spent too much time, and it would feel wrong to root for another team.
